Winter Knights Ch. 05

Already down at the floor, he started low, with her feet. The king's captain pressed his lips against the woman's toes, tickling them and making Jenny squirm. He moved his mouth upwards to her calves. Repeatedly Torim pressed his lips against the yielding flesh of Jenny's legs and then pulled them away to move higher. Soon enough he reached her knees. He moved his hands up the front of her vestiture to her waist, slipping his fingers between fabric and skin. All the while, he kept his mouth moving upwards until his face was hidden in her skirts.

Torim knelt before the woman and withdrew his face from her thigh. He looked up into her eyes and waited for Jenny to nod before he pulled down her garments, helping her step with each foot. That too, he folded neatly and laid atop her previously discarded bodice.

Still kneeling, he returned his hands to Jenny's skin, feeling up the back of her thighs and lightly caressing the bottom of her ass. As he rose, his hands rose too. He let them linger on Jenny's backside as he stood. Once he finally towered over her fully by at least a head's length, he clutched one hand around her bare back and held her close to him. With his other hand, he placed a finger under her chin and turned her face upwards to look him in the eyes.

Marlon was impressed with the progress Torim made. His brother was like a whole new person with a naked beauty in front of him. Releasing Jenny, he strode around the whore, his hand on his chin, like he was inspecting what he had purchased. He reached up and turned her face one way, then the other before moving on. He reached down and gripped her firm buttocks in each hand, then moved back in front.

As he began to crouch down again in order to inspect her pussy, Marlon stopped him. "Torim. Don't debase yourself by crouching. She'll gladly show you whatever it is you want to see."

He nodded and stood back up. Entwining his fingers in her dark hair, he whispered in her ear. "I want you on the bed. Legs up, if you please." Marlon had never seen an approach such as this used on a whore, but Jenny smiled and nodded before moving away.

She moved to the bed, laying on her back and lifting both knees high in the air. She watched from over her tits as Torim looked inside her.

Marlon let him gawk at what must be the first vagina he'd ever seen--barring the unfortunate morning at the inn when he'd walked in on Rahab. Then, when enough time had passed, he asked, "Do you like this one, brother? It's not too late to swap her with another."

"No, no," Torim responded, shaking his head. "She's lovely. She's perfect."

That was where he was wrong. Torim would never know what it had been like to have Brianna on his cock or Tarissa on his face. These were experiences that Marlon doubted his brother would ever have enough experience to appreciate. But for now, he let him believe that Jenny's cunt was as good as any other.

"Very well, then. Shall I leave you?" Marlon questioned.

Suddenly all of Torim's debonair confidence fell. He glanced at his brother with a nervous expression. "Do I just..." he started. "Do I just stick it in?"

Marlon sighed. "Do whatever you want, whatever will feel good." Torim nodded as Marlon spoke. "Do you want to fuck her quickly and get it over with? Do it. Do you want her to lick your asshole? Do it. Do you want to tie her up and skull fuck her? Then fucking do it. This bitch is yours now, and you decide what to do."

Torim looked back at Jenny and seemed shocked at the look of lust that passed over her face. He still couldn't seem to understand that sex was a thing to be enjoyed, and that some people enjoyed the rougher side of things--even girls getting paid.

"You might start," Marlon suggested, "By disrobing yourself. You've got a naked woman before you, but you still stand in your uniform. Rather unfair, is it not?"

By way of response, Torim began removing his clothing. In contrast to the way he'd removed Jenny's bodice and skirts from her body, he tore his vest from his chest, popping several buttons as he did so. Callously, he threw them over near Marlon's chair. His trousers followed soon after. The man couldn't wait to strip down to nothing. Both Marlon and Jenny watched entranced as he rapidly removed one piece of clothing and then another, until he finally stood completely naked with Jenny the whore.

As strange as it was to see his brother's body in its natural state, Marlon couldn't help but admire the figure before him. As captain of the King's guard, Torim had kept his body in great shape, maybe even better than Marlon's. Everything was rock hard, from his biceps to his abs to his cock, which stood straight out from a gnarly bush of black pubic hair. Jenny admired all this as well, suddenly feeling that she was indeed getting a deal with this gentleman.

"How big are you?" Marlon asked.

Torim glanced down at his prick. "I don't know. Maybe four--five inches?" He guessed.

"You've never measured?" Marlon asked.

Torim shrugged. "Never had a reason to, I suppose."

Everything was looking up for his brother, but Marlon couldn't help but worry slightly that Torim might have a bigger cock than him. It was a silly thing, a trivial thing, but when you made sexual conquest your entire personality, these small losses can sting.

As Torim stepped up to the bed, Jenny let her legs down to run her hands up the soldier's bulky thighs. "Now, how do you want me?" She asked seductively, moving one hand onto Torim's rod and stroking him slowly. She added, in a whisper, "As your brother said, you can do anything to me."

Despite his previous delicate approach, Marlon still expected Torim to grab the girl roughly, spin her around, and get it done quickly. Instead, his brother reached a tender hand down to Jenny's face, cupping her cheek in his hand. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. The whore still kept her fingers wrapped around his prick, and Marlon watched in amazement as it grew even larger still.

Torim then gently picked the woman up and carried her further up the bed, following with his own body. He lay her head against the pillows at the head, and with one large hand he removed hers from his cock and brought it up above her hair, joining it with the other to hold her arms up above her body. He then moved his free hand down her body, tickling the underside of her arm, running circles around her small brown nipples, and then further down to her hips.

He eventually found his way to her sacred opening and stopped there. He glanced at his brother as if asking for permission. Marlon only nodded his head, intrigued to see where this might go. Torim took his queue and began exploring the whore's pussy.

It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. Using only one finger he pushed inside of her as far as he could go. Jenny let out an exaggerated moan, but Marlon frowned. Torim fingered her, in and out, continuing to use only one finger.

"Is this good?" He whispered in her ear.

"Mm-hmm," Jenny responded, closing her eyes.

After a solid minute of this awkward finger-fucking, Marlon spoke up. "You think she likes little needledicks, Torim?" He asked.

His brother stopped his movements to look at Marlon.

"She's used to taking huge studs--bigger than you." Whether this was true or not, Marlon wasn't sure, but he could imagine. "A single pointer isn't going to do much for her."

Torim frowned. "But she's moaning," he responded. "She said she likes this."

Marlon scoffed. "She's a whore, Brother. She'll say whatever youwant to hear, but I can tell a fake moan from a real one."

The captain looked at Jenny's face in surprise, scrutinizing the apparent ecstasy there. After a moment, Jenny let her facade drop slightly. "It is a little bit less than I'm used to," she confessed.

Torim nodded and withdrew his finger, then held up two before the whore's face. Jenny still frowned, so he held up three. Then Jenny nodded, and Torim returned his hand to her pussy.

Nervous at first, he slowly pushed his way back inside her. The slut let out another moan--a real one this time--as he resumed his slow, rhythmic fingering.

"Listen," Marlon commanded. "Can you hear the difference?"

Torim concentrated on the sounds Jenny made beneath him. "Yes," he said, "Yes. I see."

He picked up his pace, matching the hitched sounds that came from Jenny's mouth. He leaned down and kissed her again, more passionately this time. From where Marlon sat he could see Jenny flick her tongue into his brother and could hear her breathing increase. Beneath the captain she squirmed while he plunged his fingers in and out of her.

Marlon couldn't help but feel himself grow hard now at the sex show before him. While he wasn't typically one for this slow, sensual stuff himself, watching from a different perspective undeniably aroused him. Without disturbing the two, he reached down to unlace his trousers and let his cock spring free.

Unfortunately, Torim caught the movement with his eyes and broke off the kiss to look at his brother with his cock in hand.

"Sorry," Marlon muttered. "Do you mind if I--?"

Torim seemed dumbstruck, but only nodded before turning back to Jenny, who was also watching Marlon with hunger in her eyes. Torim kissed her neck and she sighed. He nibbled on her ear and she moaned. He licked her cheek from her chin to her eye and she giggled. All the while she watched Marlon stroking his prick.

Jenny turned back to the man on top of her and asked, "Will you fuck me?"

Torim nodded in response, removing his fingers from her cunt. He positioned the head of his penis and--with less elegance than he'd previously practiced--thrusted inside of her.

"Oh!" Jenny cried out, tensing beneath him.

"Was that too much?" Torim asked, more to Marlon than to Jenny.

"No, no," Marlon responded. "That was fine. You just surprised her is all. That's a good thing."

He stroked himself in rhythm with Torim's thrusting. The man took it slow now, easing his length in and out of Jenny while she moaned in genuine ecstasy, her arms still restrained above her. Torim kissed her passionately, using his tongue as she'd showed him before. His breathing picked up as well and he grunted while he fucked her.

Marlon's thoughts turned to saucy Brianna, but that suddenly reminded him of the deal he'd made earlier regarding Torim's wife, Rahab. He thought he might now be able to extricate himself from this weird situation, and he stood.

Torim paused his thrusting to look at his brother, but Jenny broke her hands free and wrapped them around the captain's neck. "Don't worry about him. Just focus on me," she said sweetly.

Marlon put his prick away and mouthed athank you to Jenny as he slipped quietly from the room. There were higher stakes now, and he had to make sure that once Torim came down from his post-coital high that he didn't immediately murder his brother for selling his wife. He had to find Rahab.